Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malta and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Cure to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
Wings,
Model 500,
X-102,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.